fancied that her half-averted face wore a look of sullen chagrin, with its compressed lips, downcast eyes, and faintly gathered brows.
But directly she needed assistance, and requested it of him in a subdued and impersonal manner, showing a countenance devoid of any incongruous emotion.
Lanyard, lifting the lieutenant's head and heavy torso, helped turn him face downward on the berth, then stood aside, thoughtfully watching the girl's deft fingers sop absorbent cotton in an antiseptic wash and apply it to the injury.
After a little, he said: "If mademoiselle has no more immediate use for me"
"Thank you, monsieur. You have already done so very much!"
"Then, if mademoiselle will supply the name of this assassin"
"I know it no more than you, monsieur!" She glanced up at him, startled. "What do you mean to do?"
"Why, naturally, lodge an information with the captain concerning this outrage"
"Oh, please, no!"
At a loss, Lanyard shrugged eloquently.
"Not yet, at all events," she hastened to amend. "Let Lionel judge what is best to be done when he comes to."
"But, mademoiselle, who can say when that will be?" He pointed out the ugly, ragged abrasion in the young Englishman's scalp exposed by the cleansing away of the clotted blood. "No ordinary blow," he commented; "something very like a slung-shot or a loaded cane did
